Chapter 8
Jann glanced at the kitchen clock, expecting Bill to come home within the hour. Her chores were done. Now she wanted to prepare herself for what promised to be a memorable evening. First, she drew a steamy hot bath. After that, she doused her body with Bill's favorite fragrance. Standing naked before a full-length mirror, she hooked on a black lace garter belt. Then, sitting on the edge of their bed, she slipped into a brand new pair of stockings, running her hands along her shapely legs to make the sheer silk cling as smoothly and tautly as possible. She donned a lace bodice and panties that matched her garter belt and compressed her figure so tightly that the bodice narrowed her waist, molded her hips and lifted her breasts to sumptuous proportions. Over this, she wore a red velvet housecoat that plunged between her breasts and opened in a slit along her thigh. Seating herself by her vanity, Jann applied her makeup, enhancing her already alluring features until she was positively irresistible.
Bill arrived on time, trudging through the door after a long, hard day, wearing the grim expression Jann had become accustomed to. But when he saw her standing at the bedroom doorway, Bill's face lit up. "Hi," he said.
"Hello," she smiled.
"Boy, do you look good," he remarked.
"Thanks."
"What's the occasion?" he asked, noticing the place setting and candlelight on the dining-room table.
"Tonight's your night," smiled Jann. "Tonight you get wined and dined and pampered like a baby."
"I'll drink to that," said Bill.
"First," she declared, "sit down and have your dinner."
Famished, Bill was all too eager to have supper. As Jann poured him a frosty glass of beer, he kept glancing at her. "I can't get over how terrific you look."
"Good enough to eat?" she suggested with a sly grin, an old joke of theirs.
Bill responded with a warm smile. "Don't tell me you're the dessert?"
"That's up to you," she winked.
"What's the entree?" he asked.
"Your favorite-London broil, French vegetables and a whipped potato."
"What have I done to deserve the royal treatment?" Bill wondered aloud.
"You're the man of the house," Jann replied, kissing his cheek. As she did so, Bill caught a whiff of her fragrance and a quick glimpse of cleavage as she bent over him. Satisfied with her reasoning, he proceeded to devour his tasty dinner.
"I have some good news for you," she disclosed when he finished his meal.
"Oh?"
Jann reached into her housecoat pocket and produced a bulky handful of receipts which she laid before him on the table.
Puzzled, Bill inspected the items. "These are debts," he said. "Utility bills, loans, charge accounts. I don't want to look at bills."
"Look more closely," she suggested. Bill studied the receipts and was even more confused. "Paid? All of these are paid?"
"Every last one."
"But how?"
"With money, of course," Jann replied playfully.
"Yes, but ... where did we get the money?"
Jann sighed. "I had to sell my fantastic body. You don't mind, do you?"
Bill burst out laughing, positive she was only kidding. "Come on, Jann. Be serious."
"Well, if you must know, I had been saving a little bit of my housekeeping money every week, just a little, mind you, in the hope it could be used to pay our debts. Well, after accumulating a few hundred dollars, I realized it would take me forever to save enough money get us out of hock. However, I ran into an old girlfriend from high school. Her husband is a horse trainer. She gave me a tip on a fixed race. It was a sure thing, a long shot."
"Wait a minute!" Bill exclaimed in disbelief. "You're not going to tell me...."
"Yes!" Jann laughed excitedly. "I bet everything, and the horse came in!"
"Since when do you bet on horses?" asked Bill skeptically.
"Since we've been desperate and I knew a lucky break when I saw it."
He seemed to buy her story, but was none the less distressed by the risk she had taken. "What if you had lost?"
"I probably would have killed myself. But I didn't lose, Bill. I won! We won!"
"How much did you win?"
"Five thousand dollars!"
"Five grand? What about taxes?"
"That's after taxes," she claimed.
"And you mean, you used the money to pay off all our debts?"
"Every single bill. There's five hundred dollars left over and that's in our savings account."
"I can't believe this," Bill declared, on the verge of euphoria. "It's like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders!"
"Oh, darling," said Jann. "That was what I was hoping to accomplish."
"Of course, this doesn't mean we won't have to contend with high bills and prices in the future," he noted realistically.
"No," she agreed. "But it does mean we're getting a fresh start. We'll just have to be careful. We'll try to save, we'll use our charge cards less frequently, and we'll cut back on our use of utilities. In fact, I've already contributed to that cause."
"What do you mean?"
"You know that extra phone in the laundry room? I decided it was an unnecessary extravagance. I had it disconnected."
Bill was delighted. "You're full of surprises tonight."
She smiled warmly. "Happy, dear?"
"I'm ecstatic!" he replied with a broad grin. "Come here," he beckoned with open arms.
Jann hurried to his lap and put her arms around his neck. They kissed and then stared into each other's eyes. "You're incredible," he told her affectionately. "Why do I always seem to take you for granted?"
"You must be crazy," she answered.
"Crazy about you."
They kissed again and again.
"What are you wearing under that housecoat?" Bill suddenly asked, running his hand along the red velvet of her sleeve.
"Why don't you find out?" she suggested.
Bill leaned back in his seat as Jann rose and stood before him. He tugged on the belt of her housecoat and undid the knot. Parting the folds of the garment, Bill was delightfully suprised. His eyes widened and his pulse quickened as Jann casually shrugged the housecoat from her arms and shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor in a heap around his feet.
Bill reached out to wrap his arms around her waist and draw her near. She cradled his head in her bosom, stroking his hair with genuine affection. She thrilled to the touch of his hands as they wandered over her buttocks, down to her thighs, skimming the silk of her stockings and the lace of her garter belt, gently clutching her hips.
Jann straddled his lap, resting her arms on his brawny shoulders and kissing him passionately. Their mouths opened, their tongues mingling, their embrace overpowering yet abiding in the tenderness of a constant love. Jann threw back her head as his mouth plunged to her neck, then filled her ear with warm breath and a wet tongue. Beneath her, Jann could feel the resurgence of his manhood, bulging in his tight pants. She gently stroked it as his lips drifted to the fragrant valley between her breasts.
Suddenly he lifted her in the air and seated her on the edge of the dining-room table. Then he reached out to unhook the front of her bodice. As the tight, black lace parted, her beautiful tits spilled out. He peeled the garment away and stared in awe at the irresistible loveliness that was his wife.
"You're a vision," he said, breathless with desire. "Any man would die for a woman like you. I'm so lucky you belong to me. How could I have ignored you? I was such a fool."
Jann touched his cheek and he kissed the palm of her hand. He then took her tits in his hands and caressed the soft mounds of flesh. Her pert, pink nipples hardened in his tender, loving grip. His fingertips pinched the swelling buds, giving her goose bumps and making her squirm with pleasure. "O-o-o-o," she sighed. "I love it when you touch me."
Bill bent forward and let his tongue do the tantalizing, licking her stiff nipples and smearing her tits with saliva. Encouraged by Jann's moaning, he held her waist and took each breast into his mouth, one at a time, sucking deeply and slowly as she writhed in unmistakable ecstasy. "That's it, my baby," she whispered. "Suck my tits. O-oh. You know I love it."
Bill encouraged her to lie on the table with her legs hanging off the edge. "Time for my dessert," he told her with a grin.
His lips showered her with kisses from her forehead to her cheeks, from her neck to her shoulders, from her breasts to her belly, as his fingers looped around the elastic of her panties and tugged them down her silky legs. His tongue tickled her belly button, bordered by the erotic black lace of her garter belt. Then he stroked her bare thighs above the tops of her stockings, his drooling tongue skirting the edges of her hairy crotch.
His lips returned to her breasts and as he nursed on each nipple, he inserted a finger deep into her cunt. Jann groaned and wiggled her hips. Encouraged, Bill inserted another finger, one of which he worked in and out of her vagina, the other to massage her clit. Jann arched her back to feed him as he devoured her breasts, running her hands through his hair and purring with delight.
Using his fingers to pry apart the lips of Jann's cunt, Bill dove head-first for her succulent muff. His slick lips pressed against the pouting buds that were her sex. His flexible tongue flicked, slashed and rolled her clit as her passion mounted. Jann's body shuddered and thrashed, knocking aside glasses and plates that shattered. She felt that she, too, would shatter, as the intensity of her pleasure steadily rose. "Oh, Bill!" she gasped, overwhelmed with desire. To feel his face in her crotch exceeded any of her fantasies, for it was a supreme act of love.
His tongue stiffened, grinding against her clit, sending waves of pure ecstasy throughout her body. Frantic with lust, Jann wound her legs around his neck like two powerful serpents that entrapped him. Equally delirious with the feel of her sheer stockings rubbing against the sides of his head, Bill relished his spontaneous display of oral prowess. He used his tongue to stab her clit again and again, taking the cheeks of her ass in his hands and lifting them off the table, enabling himself to savor as much of her sweet cunt, externally and internally, as he possibly could.
Jann gripped the edges of the table, grimaced in unbearable ecstasy and unleashed a deafening cry. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking like a wild mustang's, her cunt pounding into his face. She experienced a multiple orgasm before collapsing on the table. Her quivering legs released her husband. She fell from his shoulders and dangled like a rag doll. Her breasts rose and fell with her panting.
Jann opened her eyes to see Bill still seated in his chair, between her legs. He smiled at her and then reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth. "That dessert was the best part of the meal," he kidded.
Jann was so grateful that she sat up and kissed his lips, tasting her own scent. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then planted tender kisses on his neck and chest. As her lips and tongue tasted the salty sweat of his shoulders, chest and abdomen, her hands unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and tugged down his pants and briefs. She paused to gaze at his groin. His long, stiff prick awaited her warm and willing mouth.
"Now it's my turn to please you," she said, sinking to her knees between his open legs.
Her fingers closed around his throbbing cock, holding it still and upright as she brushed her soft cheeks against his organ.
Her hot breath tantalized him, as did her tits, which nestled between his thighs and against his crotch. She held his prick between her breasts, and then traced circles around her nipples with the head of his cock. As one hand gently stroked his meat, another massaged his balls. Gradually, her mouth came into play, kissing his shaft, nibbling on his scrotum and testicles. And then her tongue emerged to service him, licking every inch of his cock and balls, thoroughly enticing him, expertly attending to his craving.
Finally, her mouth opened and absorbed his manhood. Her head bobbed up and down as she performed the act of fellatio, a ritual she was all too eager to indulge in, submissive as she had always been. Cocksucking was as much a treat for her as it was for her partner, whomever that might be-her husband or anyone else.
Bill leaned back in his chair and watched Jann give him the best headjob anyone could ask for. She does it so well, he told himself, she ought to do it professionally. Then he admonished himself for even considering such a thought about his own wife, who had never cheated on him, at least to his knowledge. She seemed to live for his comfort and satisfaction alone and for that he should be eternally grateful. How he loved the sight of her kneeling before him, taking his rod into her mouth, sucking him off without hesitation, without the slightest inhibition, practically begging him to ram his hard meat down her throat.
Soon enough, Jann had him rocking in his seat, thrusting his hips to shove his. whole cock into her mouth. His trembling hands reached blindly for her head, clutching her by the temples and forcing her back and forth, imagining that her throat was a womb, fucking it with all the force he possessed.
It had been so long since Bill had had an erection, let alone an orgasm. Only now did he realize how fantastic it could be and the significance of his recovery struck him profoundly. He felt triumphant. He felt like a man. He felt thunder between his legs as his climax reached its fevered peak. He exploded his load into Jann's mouth as if it were fired from a cannon, spewing a deluge of hot semen, creaming her with his tangy custard, which oozed like molasses and honey down her gulping throat.
Dutifully, Jann sucked, swallowed and licked away every drop of his cum. She lovingly remained on her knees, resting her head in his lap beside his shriveling cock, massaging his aching thighs.
"That was the best head you've ever given me," Bill confided, stroking her hair.
Jann looked up at him and winked. "The best is yet to come."
Bill smiled, threw his head back and sighed. "You'll have to give me a little time to relax."
"Oh, you'll relax," she assured him. "I have your every luxury planned. What you need now is a hot bath."
"Yeah," he agreed.
Jann rose to her feet and slinked away, dressed only in garter belt and stockings. Bill watched her swaying hips and long, perfectly shaped legs. The sight of her terrific ass was enough to give him another hard-on. He heard water flowing into the bathtub. When he found the strength, he wearily followed.
Once the tub was full, Bill immersed his exhausted body into the deliciously hot water. "Aahhh," he sighed, soothed yet invigorated by the warmth.
Jann knelt beside the tub, wet a washcloth and proceeded to scrub him, languidly wiping his shoulders and chest with soap lather. Bill closed his eyes and enjoyed the bath, moaning as Jann's sudsy hands slithered down his ribs, over his hips and along his thighs, then up again to his groin. She stroked his cock with a slippery grip, pleasing as well as cleansing him thoroughly.
"This is fantastic," Bill murmured listlessly.
Jann bent forward and kissed his lips. His eyes opened wide. "Why don't you join me?" he suggested.
"I already had a bath," Jann replied.
"So take another," he playfully persisted. "Let's have some good, clean fun."
Jann consented with a smile. She stood and lifted her left leg to rest it on the edge of the tub. Sensuously, she undid her garter straps and peeled the silk stocking over her thigh and down the smooth curve of her calf. She stripped her other leg with equally provocative grace, arousing Bill so much that his cock rose upright out of the water.
"What's this?" she giggled, tapping the buoyant head of his prick with her finger. "A periscope? "
"The horn of plenty," Bill wittily replied.
"We'll see how plentiful it is," Jann re marked, unhooking the garter belt and casting it aside.
"Cut the clever talk," he told her. "Sit that scrumptious cunt of yours on this flagpole of mine."
Jann stepped into the tub and slowly eased herself down. His hard meat fit snugly into her box, their intercourse aided by the soapy lubrication of the bathwater. When she had absorbed him as deeply as possible, Jann rested her weight on his flattened thighs.
"Now, this is what I call a water bed," Bill quipped.
"Cozy?" asked Jann.
"And how! Start pumping."
As Jann slid up and down on his shaft, Bill reached for the soap and lathered his hands. He then worked the suds onto Jann's protruding breasts. Her slick, firm globes slithered through his fingers and she cooed with undeniable delight.
"How does it feel?" he asked her.
Jann closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side. "Like a dream," she answered. "A wet dream."
Bill laughed, moving his soapy hands to her waist and rotating his hips in unison with her movements.
As Jann pumped faster and faster on Bill's magnificently stiff cock, the bathwater began to splash in mounting waves up and over the tub and onto the tile floor. The tight flow of warm water forced into the depths of her cunt by his insistent thrusts created a suction that was a welcome diversion for Jann. It was an unusual sensation, one that promised to deliver her first vaginal orgasm in years. She rode his rod with even greater determination, pursuing that elusive ecstasy.
Bill sensed her desperation and accelerated his efforts. They fucked harder and harder, with equal lust, pounding into one another, splashing water all about the room.
But just as Jann was about to orgasm, Bill reached behind him and flicked on the shower, spurting ice-cold water into her face. "Oh! Oh!" she gasped, leaping so high that his cock slipped out of her. "Bill!" she shrieked. "How could you?"
Bill laughed uproariously and adjusted the shower to warm the teeming water.
"That's not fair!" Jann vehemently protested, standing up in the tub. "I was just about to come."
Bill rose and took her in his arms. He gave her a passionate and lingering kiss that seemed to pacify her, holding her wet, naked flesh against his in the waterfall. "I won't disappoint you," he assured her.
His hands skimmed the curve of her back to cup the delightful cheeks of her ass and press her frustrated cunt against his seemingly perpetual hardness. "What'll it be, hot lady?" he whispered in her ear.
Her tongue tickled his ear and she replied, "Sodomy."
She turned her back to him, leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the pink tile wall. Her ass was poised for access, her anus gaping for entry, an irresistible invitation.
Bill lathered his cock for lubrication, took her hips in his hands and swiftly rammed his meat up her beckoning asshole. Jann cried out in pain, but soon she was hopelessly enthralled, lusting for his brutal cock, desiring his primitive, animalistic force. His sense of awakening virility gave Bill the impetus to penetrate her again and again, hungering for ever greater satisfaction.
Jann's legs began to buckle, so Bill wound his arm around her waist to hold her up, using his other hand to finger her clit. Grateful for his touch, Jann begged over her shoulder, "Do it to me." Bill obliged with superb dexterity, rolling her clit until she squirmed in an orgasmic frenzy.
Yearning to come when she did, Bill maintained his grip on her snatch, withdrew his throbbing manhood, then impaled her viciously. Jann trembled, then crumbled against the tile wall under his manly weight, gritting her teeth to stifle a sream. They climaxed within seconds of each other. Creamy jizm oozed from Bill's organ, dripping from Jann's asshole and down her quivering thighs. Together they sank to their knees, pelted by the slanted spray of the shower.
Eventually they regained their strength and washed away the lingering traces of their spontaneous lust. Out of the tub, they dried themselves with fresh cotton towels and hand in hand, guided each other to the cool comfort of their bed.
They held their naked bodies close in the dark, neither uttering a word or attempting to arouse themselves further. However, neither of them was the least bit tired. The night was still young. There was plenty of time for temptation and fulfillment. Now it was time to relax, the calm before the storm. Never had Jann been more content, never had Bill been more conscious of his and Jann's sexuality. Only a week ago he had been convinced his impotence was incurable. Now he found it difficult to control his carnal appetite.
It was Jann who finally broke the silence. "What are you thinking?" she wondered aloud.
Bill kissed her forehead. "What a great lay you are."
She sighed. "You have such a romantic way of putting things."
"You should be flattered," he told her.
"I am," she replied, "but surely there's a more poetic way of saying it."
"Actions speak louder than words," he reminded her, squeezing one of her tits.
Reacting to his touch, Jann's fingers closed around his cock and discovered to her amazement that it was once again hard. "Persistent little devil, isn't it?" she whimsically remarked.
"Persistent, but not little," Bill replied.
"I can see that we're not going to get much sleep tonight."
"Not if I can help it," warned Bill, running his fingers through her pubic hair.
"I'm running out of ideas," she said.
"I have one," he offered. "Let's fulfill one of your sexual fantasies. Name it and we'll do it."
"Are you serious?" she laughed.
"Just get a handful of what's between my legs," he replied. "That'll tell you how serious I am."
Jann didn't have much fantasizing to do. "I do have one particular fantasy...." she admitted.
"Let's hear it," said Bill eagerly.
"Well ... you know the pool table in the recreation room?"
"You want to get balled on the table, right?"
"Yeah, but ... first I imagine myself stretched out on the green felt in the nude. I start masturbating. Then a man who looks just like you creeps through the window and...."
"Finishes what you started."
"Exactly."
"Well," said Bill. "What are we waiting for?"
"You mean ... you want to do it?" asked Jann.
"Sure!" he answered enthusiastically. "You go ahead to the recreation room, lay down on the pool table and start playing with yourself."
"Bill! Really!" she cried, embarrassed by his candor.
"Then I'll sneak up on you."
"You sure you want to?"
"Come on! Get moving!" As excited as a schoolgirl doing wicked things, Jann hopped out of bed and scurried in the dark to the basement recreation room. There she turned on the overhead light, but placed it on a dim setting. She climbed atop the pool table, lay on her back, closed her eyes, spread her legs and started rubbing her fingers against her clitoris.
Jann conjured up the fantasy in her mind, the one in which a prowler spies on her through the basement window, climbs into the room, disrobes and stands before her. Magically, when she opened her eyes, there stood Bill, tall and brawny, naked and evidently horny. He wore a subtle smile, apparently willing and happy to perform in this erotic charade.
He wound his strong arms around Jann's thighs and lowered his face to her moistened crotch. His tongue sprang from his mouth to lick her musky cunt. Jann moaned appreciatively and folded her arms behind her head, expecting Bill to eat her out.
Instead, Bill's tongue slid slowly up her belly, between her breasts, then flicked at her nipples. His lusty mouth continued its ascent to her neck, her ear, and finally her lips. His kiss was anything but gentle, deep and probing. Jann unfolded her hands to wrap her arms around his neck, forcing his weight down upon her. His broad chest covered her breasts, his belly on her belly, his hips on hers, his thighs nestled between her thighs, his solid cock penetrated her effortlessly.
He planted the palms of his hands on the verdant felt of the pool table and raised himself so that he could watch her face as he fucked her. His thrusts into her insatible pussy were blissfully slow-long, hard drives to the very core of Jann's wanton desire. The elusive possibility of a vaginal orgasm was rekindled within her. She contracted her cunt muscles to make their humping as tight as possible, savoring every inch of his bold, overpowering and satisfying manhood.
Bill relished the expression on her face as he moved against and inside of her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, little whimpers escaping between deep breaths of air. "How do you like it?" he asked without emotion.
"I love it," she admitted, raking his back with her long, sharp fingernails.
"Do I fuck as well as Dave?"
Jann's eyes abruptly opened and stared up at Bill's smirking face. "What?"
"I asked you if I fuck as well as Dave," he calmly repeated. "You know, the guy you balled at the bachelor party."
Jann was petrified with shock. Awkwardly she stammered, "B-Bill ... I ... I don't know ... what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me, Jann," Bill bitterly warned her, still fucking her without pause. "He called here the other day, when you were out and I was home, before you disconnected the phone. At first, I thought it was a wrong number, then I became suspicious. I played dumb. He assumed I was just being secretive. He referred to you as Daisy, just like the guy on that other wrong number. He described you perfectly, saying he wanted to see you again. After that, I took some time off from work to follow you...."
"Bill! How could you?"
"How could I? Listen, babe, I'm not the one who sold my body to strangers. I should have known you might pull something like this. You were always pretty loose, hot to trot, even before we were married and dating. You always liked to suck cock. You were always ready to bend over backwards for a long, hard piece of meat. I shouldn't be surprised at all. Once a whore, always a whore."
"That's not fair!" Jann protested, attempting to get up, but unable to, her wrists being pinned to the felt. "I did it for you! I did it for us! It was a sacrifice I made to get us out of debt!"
"Lying bitch!" Bill shouted into her face. "That was just an excuse. You were hot for cock and you weren't getting any from me, so you took it wherever you could find it and as much as your cunt could hold. Dave told me how much you enjoyed it."
"And you believed him?"
"I have to believe someone," he retorted. "I certainly can't believe you."
"Bill, I know you're hurt...."
"I'm not hurt, darling," he contradicted her sarcastically. "After all, I don't have any more bills to worry about, do I? And I no longer have a problem getting it up. In fact, the idea of my wife fucking and sucking other men is quite arousing. I'm just curious whether my cock's as good as theirs."
"Bill, please, don't," Jann pleaded, starting to weep.
"Shut up!" he demanded loudly, raising his hand, threatening to strike her. "If we can't get it on as husband and wife, at least we can depend on fantasy. You can pretend you're fucking a perfect stranger. I'll pretend I'm fucking a cheap whore, which isn't far from the truth. Whatever gets us off."
"It's not like that!" Jann insisted, sobbing uncontrollably. "I love you!"
He shook his head. "You don't love me. You love my cock. And everybody else's by the looks of things."
"Please, Bill. Don't be so cruel."
"Ah, but I like it," he maintained. "Cruelty is fun. Getting even is wonderful. It makes my cock hard. It makes me want to fuck you. It makes me want to come inside of you, in your mouth and all over you. Besides, I know you like it. You want me to be rough. You want me to treat you like a piece of ass. You like to be used. It makes you feel like a woman." He punctuated his remarks with sharp jabs of his cock.
"That's not true," Jann denied, strangely excited by her predicament and confused because of it. "I want you to love me with gentleness and understanding."
"No way, bitch," he sneered. "You cheated on me. You have to pay a price."
"I will, I will," she accepted. "Anything to make you love me. I'll do anything you say. Tell me what you want."
"From now on," he announced, "you will never put out for any other man."
"I won't," she vowed. "I promise."
"That's not all," he hastened to tell her. "There's a lot more."
"Anything."
"From now on," he declared, "you're going to be my own personal slut. Wherever we are-at home, at a party, in a restaurant, in a theater, in a car-if I tell you to go down on me, you'd better get on your knees and start sucking."
"If ... if that's what you really want," Jann agreed.
"If I tell you to pull down your panties and bend over to get your ass fucked, you'd better spread your cheeks. Understand?"
"I understand," Jann whimpered.
"Whenever I want to fuck, you'd better drop everything and serve beaver. From now on, you live for nothing but my pleasure. I expect you to obey my every whim. If you don't comply, I'll whip your whore's pussy so sore that you won't be able to walk. Do I make myself clear?"
Jann hesitated. Angrily, Bill pinched one of her nipples. "I asked you a question," he said testily.
"Yes," Jann winced. "I'll do whatever you say."
Bill's rage stimulated Jann. Coupled with his forceful fucking, she felt her longawaited vaginal climax approaching. Unable to curtail it any longer, she grabbed his head and brought it down to her breasts. As he hungrily sucked her tits, she cried out, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Bill! Really fuck the hell out of me! I want you to ram your cock into my cunt. I want you to come and never stop coming. I want you to fill me with your seed. Cream me, baby!" she begged in a desperate, breathless whisper, rotating her hips, grinding her belly against his. "Give it all to me!"
Overwhelmed by her passion, Bill's lips came crashing down on hers. His hands reached beneath her to clutch her buttocks. His bitterness gave him the added incentive to hump her, but the potent ingredients of love and lust were also at work, giving him the desire to forgive her and to please her as much as she was pleasing him. Determined to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, Bill reared back. "Here it comes, baby!" he warned her.
Jann was aflame, trembling with anticipation, more vulnerable than she had ever been. Then Bill delivered, pounding his cock deep into her snatch, touching off a tremendous orgasm for both of them.
Jann's legs encircled his waist, allowing her cunt to swallow every inch of his spurting cock and absorb his flowing semen. She gasped for air, drowning in maddening ecstasy, infinitely satisfied as his scum gushed in her womb. Surely it was the best orgasm she had ever experienced.